Redneck Radio

I’d been catching the bus to work, which involved hearing the sort of AM radio that bus drivers like to crank up. It’s not good. This came to me, to the tune of Wall Of Voodoo’s Mexican Radio.

[March 2004]

I hear a deep voice on the speaker
And a view of the world that is bleaker
Turn the dial and check the station
Leave it on in grim fascination
I hear the bell ring for an ad break
It’s an odd distinction to make
I hear the calm tones as he’s preaching
Can’t understand just who’s he reaching?

I’m on a redneck radio, oh
I’m on a redneck radio

I listen in to all the speakers
They talk about asylum seekers
Who will win the next election
Lots of talk, no introspection

I’m on a redneck radio, oh
I’m on a redneck radio

I wish I was on Mars or Venus
Where they don’t know what Valvoline is
Nobody rants on the telephone
To say the gooks should all go home
I hear a deep voice, getting louder
Promoting warfare and washing powder,
I hear the calm tones as he’s preaching
Can’t understand just who’s he reaching?